Love Sonnet 146: 'The World Comes On To Me In Cruelest Guise' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The world comes on to me in cruelest guise,
Once, sympathy, it made me see as love,
Not known affection, or what would comprise,
I sought apt divination from above:
As fire that burns within, consumed my soul,
And left me embers, unrelenting glow,
Which may yet smolder, into flames in full,
If but breezes in my direction blow:
I'm king, holding your hand, basking in luck,
But fool enough, to let it free to go,
Now twice a fool, to try and catch it back,
Or thrice, when hesitant, I would be so:
....And when you left, without saying goodbye,
....You let fall upon me the entire sky.